Warm, and Home, and Well-known. Arthur Beatrice.

Warm, and Home, and Well-known. Arthur Beatrice.

“Oh, give it me all/ I’m entitled it now/ And I’ve worked hard/ Deserved it full well” ululates Ella Girardot assertively, skipping hi-hats and subtle kicks ushering Arthur Beatrice’s Midland into being. And having kicked about the periphery for some while already, few could begrudge the London four-piece the acclaim they’re at last receiving seemingly universally.

Anticipated early next year, Working Out, we’ve used our every power of deduction to work out, is to be their début full-length. Which, having been active for several years already, should come as something of a surprise. That said, if you’re in any way acquainted with the subtly grandiose tones Girardot, Orlando Leopard, Hamish and Elliot Barnes combine to contrive, then the shiny majesty of Midland should come as no shock. Though an intrinsically arresting listen, Girardot going on to map out lyrics of mislaid pulses, this syncopated, tidily off-kilter illusion is divine vision rendered aural. “I’ll never grow, I’ll never grow” she’ll continue, although with increased experience, the potential of Arthur Beatrice has proliferated quite exponentially.

Working Out is anticipated February 24th.

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